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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 13:48:57
Subject: (Warhammer 40,000 RPG) The Eye of Chaos RPG (Places available)
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Barpharanges
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A thousand Bloodletters marched forward under the many banners of Khorne, each regiment of the crimson Daemons where armed with burning blades that like them hungered for the blood of their foes. At the head of this hoard was the Daemonic Herald Arkocias who rode atop a mighty Juggernaut that's brass armour glimmered in the sunlight of two burning white suns that seemed to bear eyes that studied each creäture that walked across the grey landscape of the Daemon world. Another Daemonic hoard of Nurgle came into view from the Fortress of Plague that was surrounded by swarms of massive flies that crawled along the brittle stone armour of the Plague Marines that marched along the Plague Bearers who chanted zealously Another volley of Bolter fire consumed several Bloodletters as they charged the tall Walls of the Fortress, the Iron Warriors had been forced back after hours of assaults from massed Daemon attacks. Harlow and his Elite troops had moved to the southern wall to support the armored defence force that had pounded the advancing forces of Nurgle but had failed to stop the armies of Khorne who cut and hacked apart any Traitor guard or Iron warrior in their path. Harlow aimed his customised Reaper Auto-cannon which mounted nine barrels and 22 caliber shells with tips that could pierce the front armour of a Dreadnoughts armour. He smiled as he and his Guard opened fire on the charging Daemons. They fell and exploded in showers of crimson and scarlet bone and flesh, Harlow fired another volley tearing more daemons apart while Sentry guns activated and took aim against the Daemons who assailed them, the Iron Warriors roared at the sight of the retreating Daemons as artillery pounded what remained of the once mighty Daemonic Hosts. Harlow smiled and turned his attention to his arriving Tech-Priest who simply nodded to him before handing a data-pad listing casualties and damage; "How long will repairs take to complete Tech-Priest? The Employers have ordered that we advance plans as new foes approach." The Tech-Priest growled and sifted his axe upwards but stopped releasing the strength of Harlow and spoke with a animalistic and mechanical voice; "Several days but my calculations are still... Underway... my Cabal... Have prepared the.... Feast of souls...milord but I require one thing..." Behind the bleak and emotionless helm the Tech-Priest smirked, a gesture of his liking as he could finally achieve something that he longed for. The screams of this fool. "What whelp? I lack the time for your damned silence!" The Tech-Priest chuckled and watched with dark glee as Harlow's guards aimed their weapons towards his head, the once grand Chaos Lord was hopelessly outnumbered and doomed. "Your dying screams milord" NPC's Name: The Employers Age: Unknown Wargear: unknown Race: Daemon Powers and abilities: Extremely strong psychic and energy powers servants: Large numbers of Chaos Warbands, the 13 Chaos dedication: Each Employer serves one of the four Chaos Gods The Employers are a group of four Daemons who constantly tamper and change the lives of mortals for entertainment or their goals, each serves one of the four great Chaos Powers and is an extremely powerful being that has legions of warriors at its dispose. The Employers rarely do their work themselves and use a group of 13 Daemons who fulfil their orders and if they fail they are feasted on. The Employers devour the essence and souls of powerful psyches and will happily conduct this process on failures, many of their servants are kept in line by the fear of this vile and horrid end.... Name: Syrath Age: Unknown Wargear: Twin set of blades Race: ascended Daemon , formally Eldar Powers and abilities: Sorcery and Regeneration servants: None Chaos dedication: Tzeentch, Chaos Undivivded Syrath is an evil being, driven mad and insane after 10,000 years of service to Chaos and the Employers. He corrupted many great heroes and has delivered many sectors to the dark gods but on Fernis Syrath failed to destroy the Space Wolves and was banished by the Employers, they failed to truly smite the Daemon and he survived but at a coast. Syrath now seeks to get revenge on his former masters and will assist anyone seeking to kill them but he knows this is no easy task and he will face stiff resistence from his former masters... Name: Tech-Lord Age: 560 Legion: Iron Warriors Home world: Unknown Weaponry: Two Servo arms, Multi melta, multiple mechanical implants, Twin linked Bolter, Krak/Frag grenades, Power Axe and Bolt Pistol Armour: Heavily modified Power armour Abilities: Energy Shielding, Mark of Chaos undivided Servants: Iron Warrior forces Allies: The Employers Background: Race: Human (Chaos) Adeptus Astartes Background: A Tech-marine off the Iron Warriors legion, the Tech-lord fled Terra with his Legion after the Horus Heresy and took what forces where under his command during the Heresy and built up a massive fortress in the Eye of Terror intent on out-doing his Primarch in creating the greatest fortress. His grand construction proved to be both the greatest fortress on the planet, any other forces on the planet attempted to siege the fortress but fell to the fields of Sentry guns and mine fields which lay outside the fortress and soon was absorbed into the Iron Warriors after finding themselves under siege by the Iron Warriors. Daemonic hosts could not breach the walls even when numbering in the thousands, Exalted Greater Daemons curse the foul fortress with foul words and claim that when the true great warrior breaches it they will feast on the souls of those who inhabit it but a dark force protects the fortress and will continue to until it is destroyed. Name: Coraks Argath Appearance "Prepare for attack!" —Coraks Coraks is not as large as other Daemon Princes as he achieved daemonhood through a series of mutations and blessings from Khorne over the course of a millenium. However, as a devotee to the Blood God he is still immensely strong. Visually he resembles a large winged Bloodletter. He mounts a strong bone like armour carapace along with the remains of his mutated and twisted Tactical Dreadnought armour. Personality and Traits Coraks is quick to anger and has little time for cowards and traitors and will execute them without a second thought. His anger and complete and utter to devotion to Syrath can cause psychotic rage that is filled by the Rage of Khorne and the devotion to tare the enemies of Syrath apart. Equipment and Abilities Weapons Doom Glaive: A Daemon Weapon forged in the great forges of Syrath's Realm. Corak’s replaced his lighting claws with Death's Glaive which has granted him increased strength. The great sword was re-forged apon Coraks' ascension to Daemonhood. It is said to contain the essence of a Tzeentchian Greater Daemon which was forcefully bound to Death's Glaive by Syrath himself. Rage’s Heart: A Daemonic twin linked Bolter. Rage’s Heart is a heavily modified Mark IV Boltgun. It had several specialised attachments but was abandoned on an unknown battlefield after Coraks' ascension. Armour Armour of the Spectre: Ancient Heresy-Era terminator armour which was said to be blessed by Syrath himself, giving Corak’s amazing defences. Most of the armour was destroyed after he transformed into a Daemon Prince. However some remnants melded with his daemonic flesh forming the Armour of the Cursed. Armour of the Cursed: What remains of Corak's Armour of the Spectre has formed into the Armour of the Cursed. It is an unholy mixture of daemonic bone, reinforced Adamantine, strengthened Cermite and warp energy. Coraks flesh is almost impossible to pierce by using mortal weapons, requiring incredibly powerful blessed blades just to pierce it. It also provides relatively good protection against psychic attacks. Daemonic Gifts Daemonic Flight: Coraks was gifted with as massive wings, which have been adorned with skulls and unholy charms. Coraks' wings allow him to fly across the battle. Daemonic Strength: After his ascension Coraks was gifted with extreme strength by his patron god, making him an exceptionally powerful individual. Mark of Khorne: As a follower of Khorne he naturally bears the Blood God's mark. Talisman of Syrath: A gift from his Daemonic ally, before his ascension. It provides Coraks with a heightened defense to unnatural attacks. Artifacts Helm of Icrus: This item once belonged to the Imperial Saint Icrus. He had been felled by a Daemon on the eve of the Emperor's internment into the Golden Throne. To the shock of the daemonic entity, Icrus' body began to twitch and his form was lifted into the air by a mysterious golden light. Icrus brought his now charged blade to the Greater Daemon which had slain him and then preceded to slice the Daemon in twain. Icrus led a glorious campaign against the forces of Chaos until his demise at the hands of Coraks. It was a tremendous battle which resulted in Coraks suffering grievous wounds. Icrus' body mysteriously vanished after he was struck by Coraks' unholy blade, leaving behind only an enchanted helmet. Coraks claimed it for himself as a trophy and he frequently has it slung around his neck. Tyrants Maw: Coraks and the 1st War Legion battled Hive Fleet Kraken on Keron , after months of fighting the Tyranid Hive ships were destroyed and the world saved from consumption. Before bombing of Tyranid infested areas Coraks personally slayed the Alpha Tyrant. After beheading the beast he removed its jaw and now wears it around his neck. [/color] Character sheet Name: Age: Wargear: Race: Powers and abilities: servants: Background: Warbands You're character may have a war-band of up to nine members how each fill a different and unique role, each member is a NPC and requires a profile. Members may be replaced and can be controlled by the game master. Here is an example Kain: Gunner Aminus: Sniper Kronu: Gunner Krathoucl: Heavy Weapons specialist Araghos The planet Arghos is located deep in the Eye of Terror, a bleak world of oceans of blood and fortresses of Chaos Space Marines and Daemons. War is rife and constant and is fulled by the many War-bands of Chaos Space Marines and Chaos Cults on the planet. You may seek to rule or escape the world but ether way ,its survival of the strongest and most powerful warrior. Commoragh The Dark city of the Eldar can be accessed but only the bravest and strongest would dare even go near the City of Shadows, characters may enter Commoragh and are restricted to a certain area where they may recruit allies and buy exotic items but beware of its evil and sinister inhabitants. Players Nocturnes Wrath Warband; Leader: lotus (female) Job: culexus exterminator. Equipement: animus. Death strings . Memory blades. Mind flayer. Gauntlet of ang'rash. (Turnable) kiss of death. Holosuit double hotshot pistols. Sniper: hades.(male) Job:vindicare deathbringer Equipement: bullets exitus rifle and gun stealth suit spymask Informant: helios(male) Job: "dont know the name of the clade" infocyte Equip: hackstuff and info companions "cyborg" rats and birds. Infiltrant: rogue (changeable but prefers female) Job: callidus infiltrator Equipement: memory blades grenades and shapeshift stimulants Melee: oni (male) Job: eversor operative Equipement: neuro gauntlet. Bolt/needler. Drug system and his trademark (a huge claymore like blade) Medic/poison specialist: cobra (female) Job: venemus poisener Equipement: her personal lab. And needler ineptus astartes PC: Gra'zzt. terminator lord/ sorcerer. weapons: TDA, stormbolter/powerfist combo (right hand) daemon sword Gra'drach'nen (right hand) daemon shield. NPCs: Asmodius, chaos raptor, Night lord. bolt pistol, chainsword Baphomet, Devestator, Warp Ghosts. heavy bolter Sikrath,Techmarine. oracles of change, Jade, corrupted eversor assasin, claws, executioner, powerswrd, daemon doomsiren Kol Vectna, dark apostle, word bearers, accursed crozius, stormbolter, TDA Kardum, apothecary, black legion, bolter, apothecaries' tools Vulkarik, sorcerer, Thousand sons, bedlam staff, powersword, bolt pistol. Solas, tactical, Black legion, bolter, Yeenoghu, World Eaters, bolt pistol, chainaxe, Blank, WARORK93 Name: Beltayn "The Jackal" Cuthalion Age: 305 Race: Eldar Affiliation: Mercenary Designation: Pathfinder (Ranger Exarch) Appearance: At a glance, Beltayn looks nothing more than a tall human, but upon closer examination he is so much more. Wiry limbs bely his physical strength and dexterous hands and feet. His make and structure gives one hte sense of dlicacy and fragility, a first impression that often has his enemies underestimate his agility and speed. The few things that can be used to seperate him from most men can be found by looking at his face. Long silver hair grows over his scalp and his sunken eyes are misty blue in color and can hold an ice cold stare like no human can. Other than the slight nuances in his facial features that set him apart from the reest of humanity there are the long, leaf shaped ears that denote him as one of the Eldar race. His skin is pale and gaunt and one of his most notable features is the system of intricately laced tatoos, set in deep blue, that criss cross over the right side of his face and neck; honor marks from the many hunts he has accomplished over his long life. Personality: Beltayn possesses a wit that is as cold as his eyes. His voice is seldom heard as he only speaks when he feels it is necessary, such is a habit of one who has been a hunter for the past three centuries. He prefers to be clad most of the time in his practical hunter's garb, the same clothing he wars under the mesh combat armor and Cameleoline cloak he wears while on the job. Beltayn disdains the use of heavy armor and advanced technology, prefering to use his natural ability and har won skill to best his prey. Beltayn has walked the path of the outcast for three centuries and to this day he still feels the call of that path, urging him to attempt greater and greater feats of predatory talent in order to gain honor for himself and those around him. Beltayn is cold an near unapproachable from the outside to most and is content that a vast majority of other beings leave him be. He has, however, acquired a few acquaintances along his chosen path, some closer than others, his sense of honor is everything to him and he will do all in his power to either save or increase it. Beltayn is a hunter by nature and seeks to personify the word in every sense of its meaning. He has killed thousands of times in his life, both enemy, target, and game. He is a master of every type of killing art that requires a touch of finesse and silence. He is both able to kill from unseen places far away or up close just an arm's length away. His experience has taught him how to anticipate, how to be one step ahead of the prey at all times and as such he is adept at the art of ambush. In short, Beltayn is a killer, it doesn't matter how hard or easy it is to kill something, if it needs to die, he'll find a way to do it. Bio: Beltayn spent his young life aboard the craftworld of Alaitoc, his first name meaning "Young and mighty" his second meaning "Strongbow." In fact, he was known by his second name until he left the craftworld for his skill in marksmanship. There, from an early age he was pressured to strictly follow his chosen path, such is the tradition of that Craftworld. Like a few youths of his generation, he was unhappy with this strict adherence to laws and sought a more free life amongst the stars, he felt too constricted and so followed the Path of the Outcast, travelling to many Exodite worlds as he learned the way of his path. He's hunted big and small game, both rare and common, all across the galaxy, in every corner. He prides himself on remembering every single hunt he's ever been on and as such he can recall the exact number of any species or type of enemy he's killed. He has with him a leather strap which is attatched to the stock of his modified long rifle which holds many fangs, teeth, or other bones which all used to belong to every animal he has ever hunted. He also wears a necklace with several hogteeth (the bullet heads of sniper rifle hard rounds), each has a number engraved on it denoting the number of the kill and each marks a time in which he bested another marksman in combat. Other than this, Beltayn has ritualistically kept many small unseen habits while on the job that his employers never ask about, being happy that the job has been done to their satisfaction. In the underworlds of many planets, Beltayn has acquired the nickname "The Jackal" a name which he finds stupid and petty but utilizes to his advantage. The name, he has found, inspires fear amongst anyone who would be his enemy and generally makes him a more imposing figure to those around him. Though seperated from his homeworld, he still has a loyalty and pride to his people and will not do anything to willingly harm innocents as a whole. He may be a mercenary but he does have standards. Before he became a freelance worker, he was often a soldier, fighting on behalf of the forces of his craftworld and assisting Eldar ground forces with his skills and talents. Wherever he treads, enemies fear his reach, his name is both a device with which to identify an unidentifiable danger and a weapon of psychological warfare. Equipment: Most importantly is his black cameleoline cloak which has aged with him over the years and functions to hide him from even the most scrutinous eyes. A heavily modified Ranger long rifle he sang himself out of wraithbone, it is the only piece of his gear he has ever personified, calling it "Ralion", his people's name for the longbow. He has customized it to fit his habits and function to perfect his abilities in the art of long range death. The barrel has been lengthened bith to increase accuracy and to accomadate the atypical, highpowered shot he uses. The firing mechanism has also been modified similarly for the same reasons. The rifle has adjustable power settings and multi vision optics, its stock and furniture, while holding his trophies, also has had many Eldar runes engraved onto it, all of which are dedicated to giving the weapon resilience and unerring accuracy. His trusty shuriken pistol has also been modified from the standard to fit his style. It is more compact and has been customized for quick firing, accuracy, and silence. He also carries a combo of a monomolecular wraithbone sabre which has also been etched with runes of power as well as a matching dual edged dagger that is usually held in tandem with the single sided sabre. Other than weapons he carries little equipment or provisions besides his rangefinder binoculars and other such pieces which aid him on his hunts. Tyranic Marta Name: Ludias Storm to those close to him. Delta 571 to strangers Age: 37 Race: Human (Genetically enhanced) Faction: Mercenary Appearance: Ludias has an almost perfect body; through his genetic reconstruction he has well defined muscle tones and powerful limbs. His wavy light brown hair and blue grey eyes are endearing as is his soft melodic voice. His lightly tanned skin and large powerful hands and shoulders all give him an aura of strength and resilience. But at the same time he has a grace about him that isn’t often seen. His movements are economical and his body is regulated on how much energy he expends doing tasks. This easy grace and light-footedness make him an excellent dancer and he uses this trait to mingle with the upper classes of society in even this war torn millennium. Personality: His soft voice and easy grace betray a kind of ease about him. A self assuredness that makes people warm quickly to him and listen to his words. This charisma allows him to quickly gain information where he needs it. Ludias is a warm person, his general camaraderie lets him make friends of all shapes and sizes but he also has many enemies. These enemies are often the friends and family of his marks. Ludias doesn’t care as soon as he leaves what ever planet he was on he is often safe, very few of the people he kills have the friends with resources to avenge them. As a person he is usually kind and has a well tempered personality that allows people to warm to him easily this has given him a certain air of charm that people are attracted to like bees to honey. And his business partner Beltayn has known him long enough to know that he is really a good person under the mask. His charms would have led many women into his arms if he had let them but he is too smart to let anyone get to close. He has many enemies and he trusts only those who he knows he can. However, as soon as his custom made snipers mask covers his face he becomes a different person. It’s almost as if a completely different personality takes control of the usually jovial man. When he is on the job he is cold and ruthless he never thinks twice about the kill, he just kills, but he is extremely loyal and will fight to the death to protect his closest friends. His perfectly honed mind is always centered on the job at hand. He revels in the chase and the sting, the power that his hand crafted Exitus rifle, and its pistol twins, (Yes two of them) give him. For him there is nothing more satisfying than the pull of his rifles trigger and the muted sound of his latest construction whirring towards his foe, Ludias is an inventor his bullets, his rifle, even his suit and mask, have been tailored by him to suit his requirement. To become a perfect killer to become the one thing that ever civilization in the world fears, death itself. Every bullet is designed for its mark. Designed to exploit the weaknesses in his foe and make use of chinks in his her or even its armour. He has fired electromagnetic rounds that have torn apart the armoured carapace of Necron lords; he has fired biochemical rounds that have dissolved the internal organs of a raging Tyranid bioform; he has fired a single round that tore to shreds the armoured hulk of a chaos land raider entering through the exhaust port and then detonating destroying the engine from within which then exploded and tore the warriors inside to shreds. Of course these special rounds are only reserved for the most important of Marks, the rounds he uses for every day shooting are often mundane and ordinary, but they always have some kind of additional weapon against whatever he is firing at, for Ludias has fought had almost all of the sentient species of the galaxy between his sights or in his scope. And so he always has a bullet for the job, often dozens of bullets. His pistols have similar attention lavished on them; their rounds are one of a kind. Well... to say one of a kind suggests that they are unique, more to the point they are unique in the way that Ludias is the only one who knows their design no matter that he has several clips of identical rounds on a belt round his waist. These rounds incorporate a two part toxin/acid in them, that doesn’t mix until the special ceramic core of each bullet shatters. When this virulent mixture fuses together it can melt dissolve or liquefy everything from the living metal of the Necrons to the bone breastplate of a space marine. History: Ludias grew up an orphan; he never knew the loving touch of parents. Some of his closest friends and business associates think that this is why he still kills, that drive inside him that forces him to take another’s life stems from him never having felt anything but lifelessness in his existence. So now he strives to give to the galaxy the only love he ever knew; the raw terror of being on the wrong end of his trigger finger. The pure adrenaline that comes from knowing that you are in the scope of the galaxies most feared human marksman is a rare experience because most of his targets never know, and Ludias never misses. The reason he is so cold is because his parents were killed when he was young; a crude autogun slaughtering them both in the hands of a two bit killer hired by a fanatical cultist of chaos. Ludias grew up with only the knowledge of the weapon that killed his parents and he, frankly, is insulted that such a crude simple weapon took his family away from him. From the time Ludias realized this he has sought to create the perfect killing weapon, a weapon so finely honed to the art of death that its every function is economical and efficient enough that from the moment he sights his target he can load a cold round and take the shot within half a second. His rifle is the result of 34 years of development towards this goal. A cold round is a bullet fired from a rifle when its barrel is cool, and so not moving with the action of its components and thus, less accurate. His rifle is so perfectly accurate and perfectly balanced that the finely honed weapon is capable of firing a cold round at 1800 meters and still hit a coin on its cross section. The weapon is also crafted exactly for him and him alone, anyone else trying to use the weapon would find it uncomfortable and unwieldy. Ludias has discovered that his weapon is unique in more ways than one. The rifle of a traditional Vindicare assassin has something that his doesn’t, a self destruct. If a vindicare goes out of line then his high command can remove his most prized possession from him. This freedom gives Ludias an unimaginable advantage, and he is hired because of this. He can strike anytime, anywhere and against any target. And he is answerable to none because none know who he is. He never gives his name only his serial number, to business partners. Only his Friends get his name. And only one can link the man behind the mask to the mask itself Beltayn. Because of this advantage Ludias takes his rifle all over the galaxy and with it he moves from job to job giving his services out in return for technologies that he can use to improve his equipment. By far the best trade he ever got was exactly 19 years ago. His body was almost completely reconstructed from its base components by a creature he had never seen the likes of before and in return Ludias only had to kill one creature; a dark eldar by the name of Griodial Nambecus. That one shot, one cold round gave him the best gift he could ever receive; the gift of a body that would not grow old and betray his mind with weakness. Ludias has trained himself for years; his body has become no more than a tool, an instrument of perfection for him to express his views through, these views are often expressed from behind the scope of his Rifle. In the last 4 years or so Ludias has been partnered with Beltayn an Eldar Pathfinder, who has become one of Ludias' closest friends, and if Ludias is really honest with himself, the only friendship he has ever been able to hold down amidst the ever shifting view his life has had. Reason for being in the Eye of Terror: Ludias takes out what are known as blind ops. He doesn’t know who the target is until he has them in his sights, this stops him from getting attached to the target until its to late for him to change his mind. Recently he was tasked with taking out a mark in the rim world of Martos Prime. Only when he reached the planet and hooked up with his friend Beltayn did he realize that both he and his friend had been given contracts to take each other out. Flatly refusing to kill each other they fled into the eye of terror to avoid the full wrath of their respective clients. Equipment: Custom Made Exitus rifle and Twin Exitus Pistols. Also his Stealth suit and enhancer mask are custom made. His hand crafted Bullets are a result of his own skill and the tool kit he has aboard his personal ship, an old two seated interceptor he made himself. The ship has only a pair of quads but is very fast and small. It also has its own stealth field, and radar jamming devices. Ludias has at some point installed an interstellar drive which allows him to make short subspace "Hops". The drive is a modified version of the one the Tau use to propel their much larger craft. These short "Hops" Allow Ludias to jump from solar system to solar system quickly, but the drive needs a significant amount of time to recharge. (Note I can’t ever see him using the drive I just put it in to explain how he can lead such a "Solo" life away from capital ships that can take him places.)
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 15:06:10
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Veteran Knight Baron in a Crusader
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I already submitted my dudes in the previous campaign
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5000 (with titan and baneblade)
nocturne's first 2000
looks like the nightbringer isn't that though. just a well placed nuke and he's death XD
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 16:19:50
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Clousseau
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well Blood, I am a little pissed at chowder so... wonder If I can use the same PCs from paradisio?
(a am talking to a guy who always plays as you-know-who so...)
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 16:24:32
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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Cool, can you post you're profile and if you wish to add any characters if you wish.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 16:44:54
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Clousseau
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hmmm. Black legion (warband is a mix) PC: Gra'zzt. terminator lord/ sorcerer. weapons: TDA, stormbolter/powerfist combo (right hand) daemon sword Gra'drach'nen (right hand) daemon shield. NPCs: Asmodius, chaos raptor, Night lord. bolt pistol, chainsword Baphomet, Devestator, Warp Ghosts. heavy bolter Sikrath,Techmarine. oracles of change, Jade, corrupted eversor assasin, claws, executioner, powerswrd, daemon doomsiren Kol Vectna, dark apostle, word bearers, accursed crozius, stormbolter, TDA Kardum, apothecary, black legion, bolter, apothecaries' tools Vulkarik, sorcerer, Thousand sons, bedlam staff, powersword, bolt pistol. Solas, tactical, Black legion, bolter, Yeenoghu, World Eaters, bolt pistol, chainaxe, Blank,
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 17:28:30
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Dive-Bombin' Fighta-Bomba Pilot
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Woohoo! Its up!
Name: Beltayn "The Jackal" Cuthalion
Age: 305
Race: Eldar
Affiliation: Mercenary
Designation: Pathfinder (Ranger Exarch)
Appearance: At a glance, Beltayn looks nothing more than a tall human, but upon closer examination he is so much more. Wiry limbs bely his physical strength and dexterous hands and feet. His make and structure gives one hte sense of dlicacy and fragility, a first impression that often has his enemies underestimate his agility and speed. The few things that can be used to seperate him from most men can be found by looking at his face. Long silver hair grows over his scalp and his sunken eyes are misty blue in color and can hold an ice cold stare like no human can. Other than the slight nuances in his facial features that set him apart from the reest of humanity there are the long, leaf shaped ears that denote him as one of the Eldar race. His skin is pale and gaunt and one of his most notable features is the system of intricately laced tatoos, set in deep blue, that criss cross over the right side of his face and neck; honor marks from the many hunts he has accomplished over his long life.
Personality: Beltayn possesses a wit that is as cold as his eyes. His voice is seldom heard as he only speaks when he feels it is necessary, such is a habit of one who has been a hunter for the past three centuries. He prefers to be clad most of the time in his practical hunter's garb, the same clothing he wars under the mesh combat armor and Cameleoline cloak he wears while on the job. Beltayn disdains the use of heavy armor and advanced technology, prefering to use his natural ability and har won skill to best his prey. Beltayn has walked the path of the outcast for three centuries and to this day he still feels the call of that path, urging him to attempt greater and greater feats of predatory talent in order to gain honor for himself and those around him. Beltayn is cold an near unapproachable from the outside to most and is content that a vast majority of other beings leave him be. He has, however, acquired a few acquaintances along his chosen path, some closer than others, his sense of honor is everything to him and he will do all in his power to either save or increase it.
Beltayn is a hunter by nature and seeks to personify the word in every sense of its meaning. He has killed thousands of times in his life, both enemy, target, and game. He is a master of every type of killing art that requires a touch of finesse and silence. He is both able to kill from unseen places far away or up close just an arm's length away. His experience has taught him how to anticipate, how to be one step ahead of the prey at all times and as such he is adept at the art of ambush. In short, Beltayn is a killer, it doesn't matter how hard or easy it is to kill something, if it needs to die, he'll find a way to do it.
Bio: Beltayn spent his young life aboard the craftworld of Alaitoc, his first name meaning "Young and mighty" his second meaning "Strongbow." In fact, he was known by his second name until he left the craftworld for his skill in marksmanship. There, from an early age he was pressured to strictly follow his chosen path, such is the tradition of that Craftworld. Like a few youths of his generation, he was unhappy with this strict adherence to laws and sought a more free life amongst the stars, he felt too constricted and so followed the Path of the Outcast, travelling to many Exodite worlds as he learned the way of his path. He's hunted big and small game, both rare and common, all across the galaxy, in every corner. He prides himself on remembering every single hunt he's ever been on and as such he can recall the exact number of any species or type of enemy he's killed. He has with him a leather strap which is attatched to the stock of his modified long rifle which holds many fangs, teeth, or other bones which all used to belong to every animal he has ever hunted. He also wears a necklace with several hogteeth (the bullet heads of sniper rifle hard rounds), each has a number engraved on it denoting the number of the kill and each marks a time in which he bested another marksman in combat. Other than this, Beltayn has ritualistically kept many small unseen habits while on the job that his employers never ask about, being happy that the job has been done to their satisfaction.
In the underworlds of many planets, Beltayn has acquired the nickname "The Jackal" a name which he finds stupid and petty but utilizes to his advantage. The name, he has found, inspires fear amongst anyone who would be his enemy and generally makes him a more imposing figure to those around him. Though seperated from his homeworld, he still has a loyalty and pride to his people and will not do anything to willingly harm innocents as a whole. He may be a mercenary but he does have standards. Before he became a freelance worker, he was often a soldier, fighting on behalf of the forces of his craftworld and assisting Eldar ground forces with his skills and talents. Wherever he treads, enemies fear his reach, his name is both a device with which to identify an unidentifiable danger and a weapon of psychological warfare.
Equipment: Most importantly is his black cameleoline cloak which has aged with him over the years and functions to hide him from even the most scrutinous eyes. A heavily modified Ranger long rifle he sang himself out of wraithbone, it is the only piece of his gear he has ever personified, calling it "Ralion", his people's name for the longbow. He has customized it to fit his habits and function to perfect his abilities in the art of long range death. The barrel has been lengthened bith to increase accuracy and to accomadate the atypical, highpowered shot he uses. The firing mechanism has also been modified similarly for the same reasons. The rifle has adjustable power settings and multi vision optics, its stock and furniture, while holding his trophies, also has had many Eldar runes engraved onto it, all of which are dedicated to giving the weapon resilience and unerring accuracy. His trusty shuriken pistol has also been modified from the standard to fit his style. It is more compact and has been customized for quick firing, accuracy, and silence. He also carries a combo of a monomolecular wraithbone sabre which has also been etched with runes of power as well as a matching dual edged dagger that is usually held in tandem with the single sided sabre. Other than weapons he carries little equipment or provisions besides his rangefinder binoculars and other such pieces which aid him on his hunts.
Lets get this party started!
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 17:39:30
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Clousseau
http://darkspenthouse.punbb-hosting.com/index.php
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BTW my dedication is Chaos undivided
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 17:54:06
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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We still need Marta and Shas to start WARORK93 but I don't think that will take to long.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:08:16
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Name: Ludias Storm to those close to him. Delta 571 to strangers
Age: 37
Race: Human (Genetically enhanced)
Faction: Mercenary
Appearance: Ludias has an almost perfect body; through his genetic reconstruction he has well defined muscle tones and powerful limbs. His wavy light brown hair and blue grey eyes are endearing as is his soft melodic voice. His lightly tanned skin and large powerful hands and shoulders all give him an aura of strength and resilience. But at the same time he has a grace about him that isn’t often seen. His movements are economical and his body is regulated on how much energy he expends doing tasks. This easy grace and light-footedness make him an excellent dancer and he uses this trait to mingle with the upper classes of society in even this war torn millennium.
Personality: His soft voice and easy grace betray a kind of ease about him. A self assuredness that makes people warm quickly to him and listen to his words. This charisma allows him to quickly gain information where he needs it. Ludias is a warm person, his general camaraderie lets him make friends of all shapes and sizes but he also has many enemies. These enemies are often the friends and family of his marks. Ludias doesn’t care as soon as he leaves what ever planet he was on he is often safe, very few of the people he kills have the friends with resources to avenge them. As a person he is usually kind and has a well tempered personality that allows people to warm to him easily this has given him a certain air of charm that people are attracted to like bees to honey. And his business partner Beltayn has known him long enough to know that he is really a good person under the mask. His charms would have led many women into his arms if he had let them but he is too smart to let anyone get to close. He has many enemies and he trusts only those who he knows he can.
However, as soon as his custom made snipers mask covers his face he becomes a different person. It’s almost as if a completely different personality takes control of the usually jovial man. When he is on the job he is cold and ruthless he never thinks twice about the kill, he just kills, but he is extremely loyal and will fight to the death to protect his closest friends. His perfectly honed mind is always centered on the job at hand. He revels in the chase and the sting, the power that his hand crafted Exitus rifle, and its pistol twins, (Yes two of them) give him. For him there is nothing more satisfying than the pull of his rifles trigger and the muted sound of his latest construction whirring towards his foe,
Ludias is an inventor his bullets, his rifle, even his suit and mask, have been tailored by him to suit his requirement. To become a perfect killer to become the one thing that ever civilization in the world fears, death itself. Every bullet is designed for its mark. Designed to exploit the weaknesses in his foe and make use of chinks in his her or even its armour. He has fired electromagnetic rounds that have torn apart the armoured carapace of Necron lords; he has fired biochemical rounds that have dissolved the internal organs of a raging Tyranid bioform; he has fired a single round that tore to shreds the armoured hulk of a chaos land raider entering through the exhaust port and then detonating destroying the engine from within which then exploded and tore the warriors inside to shreds. Of course these special rounds are only reserved for the most important of Marks, the rounds he uses for every day shooting are often mundane and ordinary, but they always have some kind of additional weapon against whatever he is firing at, for Ludias has fought had almost all of the sentient species of the galaxy between his sights or in his scope. And so he always has a bullet for the job, often dozens of bullets. His pistols have similar attention lavished on them; their rounds are one of a kind. Well... to say one of a kind suggests that they are unique, more to the point they are unique in the way that Ludias is the only one who knows their design no matter that he has several clips of identical rounds on a belt round his waist. These rounds incorporate a two part toxin/acid in them, that doesn’t mix until the special ceramic core of each bullet shatters. When this virulent mixture fuses together it can melt dissolve or liquefy everything from the living metal of the Necrons to the bone breastplate of a space marine.
History: Ludias grew up an orphan; he never knew the loving touch of parents. Some of his closest friends and business associates think that this is why he still kills, that drive inside him that forces him to take another’s life stems from him never having felt anything but lifelessness in his existence. So now he strives to give to the galaxy the only love he ever knew; the raw terror of being on the wrong end of his trigger finger. The pure adrenaline that comes from knowing that you are in the scope of the galaxies most feared human marksman is a rare experience because most of his targets never know, and Ludias never misses. The reason he is so cold is because his parents were killed when he was young; a crude autogun slaughtering them both in the hands of a two bit killer hired by a fanatical cultist of chaos. Ludias grew up with only the knowledge of the weapon that killed his parents and he, frankly, is insulted that such a crude simple weapon took his family away from him. From the time Ludias realized this he has sought to create the perfect killing weapon, a weapon so finely honed to the art of death that its every function is economical and efficient enough that from the moment he sights his target he can load a cold round and take the shot within half a second. His rifle is the result of 34 years of development towards this goal. A cold round is a bullet fired from a rifle when its barrel is cool, and so not moving with the action of its components and thus, less accurate. His rifle is so perfectly accurate and perfectly balanced that the finely honed weapon is capable of firing a cold round at 1800 meters and still hit a coin on its cross section. The weapon is also crafted exactly for him and him alone, anyone else trying to use the weapon would find it uncomfortable and unwieldy.
Ludias has discovered that his weapon is unique in more ways than one. The rifle of a traditional Vindicare assassin has something that his doesn’t, a self destruct. If a vindicare goes out of line then his high command can remove his most prized possession from him. This freedom gives Ludias an unimaginable advantage, and he is hired because of this. He can strike anytime, anywhere and against any target. And he is answerable to none because none know who he is. He never gives his name only his serial number, to business partners. Only his Friends get his name. And only one can link the man behind the mask to the mask itself Beltayn. Because of this advantage Ludias takes his rifle all over the galaxy and with it he moves from job to job giving his services out in return for technologies that he can use to improve his equipment. By far the best trade he ever got was exactly 19 years ago. His body was almost completely reconstructed from its base components by a creature he had never seen the likes of before and in return Ludias only had to kill one creature; a dark eldar by the name of Griodial Nambecus. That one shot, one cold round gave him the best gift he could ever receive; the gift of a body that would not grow old and betray his mind with weakness.
Ludias has trained himself for years; his body has become no more than a tool, an instrument of perfection for him to express his views through, these views are often expressed from behind the scope of his Rifle. In the last 4 years or so Ludias has been partnered with Beltayn an Eldar Pathfinder, who has become one of Ludias' closest friends, and if Ludias is really honest with himself, the only friendship he has ever been able to hold down amidst the ever shifting view his life has had.
Reason for being in the Eye of Terror: Ludias takes out what are known as blind ops. He doesn’t know who the target is until he has them in his sights, this stops him from getting attached to the target until its to late for him to change his mind. Recently he was tasked with taking out a mark in the rim world of Martos Prime. Only when he reached the planet and hooked up with his friend Beltayn did he realize that both he and his friend had been given contracts to take each other out. Flatly refusing to kill each other they fled into the eye of terror to avoid the full wrath of their respective clients.
Equipment: Custom Made Exitus rifle and Twin Exitus Pistols. Also his Stealth suit and enhancer mask are custom made. His hand crafted Bullets are a result of his own skill and the tool kit he has aboard his personal ship, an old two seated interceptor he made himself. The ship has only a pair of quads but is very fast and small. It also has its own stealth field, and radar jamming devices. Ludias has at some point installed an interstellar drive which allows him to make short subspace "Hops". The drive is a modified version of the one the Tau use to propel their much larger craft. These short "Hops" Allow Ludias to jump from solar system to solar system quickly, but the drive needs a significant amount of time to recharge. (Note I can’t ever see him using the drive I just put it in to explain how he can lead such a "Solo" life away from capital ships that can take him places.)
Im HEEEERRRREEEE
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:16:31
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Clousseau
http://darkspenthouse.punbb-hosting.com/index.php
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jeezus christ...Gra'zzt needs a rosarius...
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:17:35
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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*Evil Laugh*
Rosarius cant help you against a shield breaker....
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Skullscreamers 2000
My best friend wrote:See nerds can get hot gorgeous girlfriends... does she have a friend??? |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:18:05
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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All we require is Shas, but if you wish introductions may be made.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:18:54
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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Ok Warork, lets do this
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Skullscreamers 2000
My best friend wrote:See nerds can get hot gorgeous girlfriends... does she have a friend??? |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:19:19
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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Erm just one question Reaper... where do we start?
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Skullscreamers 2000
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:24:14
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Dive-Bombin' Fighta-Bomba Pilot
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Tyranic Marta wrote:Ok Warork, lets do this
Right behind you...
Tyranic Marta wrote:where do we start?
Good question...
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:24:43
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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In the Wastelands of the planet Araghos near to the fortress city. The Wastelands are made up of barren and abandoned industrial areas and desert like landscape along with petrified forests.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:25:58
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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Ok inhabitants?
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Skullscreamers 2000
My best friend wrote:See nerds can get hot gorgeous girlfriends... does she have a friend??? |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:27:13
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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Mainly Cultist patrols and the rare Chaos marines along with masses of Daemons, they are generally consumed in infighting and will ignore you if quite.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:30:17
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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Quiet? I can do quiet, do we have an objective to start?
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Skullscreamers 2000
My best friend wrote:See nerds can get hot gorgeous girlfriends... does she have a friend??? |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:32:26
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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Objective 1
Enter the Fortress and keep undetected, Cultists patrols are lazy and only seek fights and will not report generally to their commanders but are in large numbers so be warned. Daemons also are common amoung the wastelands but will only fight amongst themselves unless bothered by meddlers.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:33:09
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Clousseau
http://darkspenthouse.punbb-hosting.com/index.php
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and whose side are you on marta?
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:34:51
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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Anyone and everyone
But mainly Warorks side, and if anyone pisses me off or attacks me, im clearly not on thier side
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Skullscreamers 2000
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 21:39:46
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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Ludias' mouth moves slowly behind his mask, on a tight vox channel with Beltayn he reports his findings. "Fortress about two klicks away, Light patrols of marines... Theyre slightly rare actually its a bit disconcerting. The cultists are far more neumerous but they arnt well disciplined, we can easily slip past them. The Daemons may be a different story, theres enough of them to cause us some real problems. I cant see us getting to the Fortress before nightfall. My instinct says to wait for dusk anyway and then move. Ive got a cold round chambered for the first fool to get in my sights and my pistols are lockprimed. What do you think? Go now? or wait?" Ludias bunches his feet beneath him, carefully rising to a crouch and then slowly moving away from his snipers hide and back the 200 metres to thier camp. When he gets there he sees Beltayn deep in thought.
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Skullscreamers 2000
My best friend wrote:See nerds can get hot gorgeous girlfriends... does she have a friend??? |
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 22:05:13
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Veteran Knight Baron in a Crusader
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CAn you post an opening 4 me?
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5000 (with titan and baneblade)
nocturne's first 2000
looks like the nightbringer isn't that though. just a well placed nuke and he's death XD
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/22 22:59:55
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Dive-Bombin' Fighta-Bomba Pilot
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Beltayn sat with his back to the husk of what was once a tree, his distaste for his surroundings was palpable, he despised the warp, but he and Ludias had no choice but to be here, away from prying eyes and hidden blades...
His head was bowed in meditation, uncovered by the cloak that covered his body and sat around his shoulders, he listened to the dry wind and smelled the salt of the lifeless earth beneath him. Beltayn stifled a sneeze, this planet disgusted him with its macabre sights. In his ear a voice chirped, Ludias, on time with his usual report. Beltayn listened to the description of the outlying area and the question for his opinion, his thoughts brewed on the subject...
Regardless of how deadly either Beltayn or Ludias were, there was no denying that potential enemies were everywhere, searching, prodding eyes, looking for something to ravage. It would be better and far more probable for the two to wait, to be patient as hunters must be, and move when the prey was at its most vulnerable. Beltayn's hand found the necklace of bullets at his neck, specifically one on the left side, he looked down at it, scrawled on it was the number 128, yes, that was the kill, on that world of ice and rock, where he had learned that lesson.
Beltayn heard Ludias' approach and sighed appreciatively, for such a young being, Ludias was extremely skilled, he had gotten within thirty meters of Beltayn without him noticing, a skill no other being could claim...
"Your instinct does you well, we shall wait until darkness covers their eyes and slip past them before they can recognize that we are not one of their comrades." He said as Ludias came to a stop in front of him. Beltayn looked up to Ludias with his blue eyes...
"Getting into the Fortress will be no easy task either..." He began before the merest hint of a smirk crossed his lips for a moment "I am sure there will be a big enough hole for two rats to squirm into it though."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/23 02:10:15
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Depraved Slaanesh Chaos Lord
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Ludias thinks on his partners words for a few seconds, his mind going over the possible permutations of the coming infiltration, and his mind slowly becomes set in its course, not set in stone, but rather in a pool of water, his thoughs liable to change with the ripples of those around him. "Im happy you agree with me Beltayn, those daemons dont look friendly... Should we attempt to aquire some of the local cultists garb? It may make inflitrating the fortress easier. Although I must say I dont relish having that tainted cloth on my person." He sits calmly for a few seconds grinding away at the casing of a bullet with his micro files. "And really Beltayn? A couple of Rats? I thought you had a higher opinion of yourself. I dont mind being called a rat, because I'm a rat with a big gun. But surely the Jackal would not stoop so low?" The teasing tone in Ludias's voice he knew was sure to spark a comment
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/23 09:01:25
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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A Cultist patrol moved past, twelve badly armed troops wearing strange helms and carrying almost antique Las and Auto Guns which had Chaos runes and other symbols carved into them. A leader stood at the front of the patrol wearing the armor of a trooper of the Death Korps of Krieg and carrying a crudely made power sword and Bolt pistol.
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/23 09:07:22
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Clousseau
http://darkspenthouse.punbb-hosting.com/index.php
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(BTW blood, to make my character more interesting, his alignment is generally the same as the Wayward Son's. so not 'chaos' aligned in the proper sense, but uses daemon artifacts with his warband and to further his goals, much like the Relictors. his warband is made up of penitent heretics)
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"The young and foolish seek glory and recognition for their deeds, brother, the experienced and old know that recognition and medals are precisely the same worth as ork gak."
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/23 09:09:41
Subject: The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Veteran Knight Baron in a Crusader
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EHm blood can you post an intro for me i am still in cryo sleep
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5000 (with titan and baneblade)
nocturne's first 2000
looks like the nightbringer isn't that though. just a well placed nuke and he's death XD
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![[Post New]](/s/i/i.gif) 2011/07/23 09:17:44
Subject: Re:The Eye of Chaos RPG Recruitment and discussion thread
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Barpharanges
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(OOC) You can leave Cryo sleep on you're own Nocturne there is a timer for it
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